I am the sole author of the dictionary that defines me.

'A reality shaped around your own desires' - there is something sociopathic in that ambition.

When people use that stream of consciousness, it's kind of just a term they use for anything that looks slightly different on the page.

When the male organ of a man stands erect, two thirds of his intelect go away. And one third of his religion.

It's difficult to tell the truth about how a book begins. The truth, as far as it can be presented to other people, is either wholly banal or too intimate.

I cannot believe homosexuality is that much fun. Heterosexuality certainly is not.

I never bought the idea of individual genius from which the novel spews forth. It's always an act of curation.